Tag: Darth Vader

[Verse 1]
You know it ain’t no stoppin’ all the dogs I’m droppin’
It’s Friday night so everything is poppin’
I gots ten to spend on the Hen
So let the games begin
Yakety yak don’t talk back or it’s on
Callin’ up Earl on the car phone
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin’ through the hood in his super sport bumping Too $hort
Eighteens got the rear view mirrors vibratin’
And deep-dish Daytons
You know how we do it
Ain’t nothing to it but the floss
Overcrowding Harrison-Ross
‘Cause if you fuck with ours
We leave scars
Out of G-ride cars
Livin’ like stars
Might hit the highway
On the Vegas run fool ’cause it’s Friday

[Hook]
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care

[Verse 2]
Standing outside on a Friday living on the edge
‘Cause we all got them hard heads
It’s seems like we all are waitin’
For a drive-by playing tag with Satan
But we chillin’, yeah, we ready and willin’
Ya hear about the latest westside killing?
Forty sippin’, set trippin’, fo’ dippin’
Pistol grippin’, neva slippin’
BGs trying to hang out
But OGs sayin’ “Take your little ass in the house”
My big homie just got out
Used to be down, now he’s just cracked out
He’s bout hard as Darth Vader
In his sweatshirt, khakis and Chuck Taylor’s
Just seen him in the driveway
Getting beat like a smoker a fool, ’cause it’s Friday

[Hook]
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Fool

[Verse 3]
Why must I be like that and chase the cat?
Or settle for a hoodrat
Dookie braids no dreadlocks
Flyin’ in and out of town with half a chicken in her cock
And I love her, ’cause she down
To fuck around with the underground pussy hound
And her ass is big round and wide
Jacked up, make a nigga down to ride
Smoking indo, playing that Super Nintendo
Hear a rat-a-Tat-Tat on my window
Gave her ass that pelvic thrust
Don’t trust the rubber ’cause its bound to bust
In the oven, in the nappy
I had on two so I was happy
‘Cause that HIV’ll make your dick hang sideways
And that ain’t cool, fool, ’cause it’s Friday

[Hook]
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care

[Outro]
Throw the West side in the air
Throw the East side in the air
Throw the South side in the air
Throw the North side in the air
Oh yeah!

[Hook]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

[Verse]
I’m Darth Vader and this shit get your head up
Need more coke, need more pills, need my bread up
I’m the spider on your skin, you a bedbug
Always talking all this shit but you’re a big bluff
Trying to get rich in my town, you can text us
Yoshi City, never learn with you I’m fed up
She go down so deep down, get her head stuck
Baby girl I’m with you, I can switch up
I’m with my bros, hell yeah, they my big ones
I’m the youngest in this shit but I got big bucks

[Hook]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

[Hook: Yung Lean x2]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
I’m Darth Vader and this shit get your head up
Need more coke, need more pills, need my bread up
I’m the spider on your skin, you a bedbug
Always talking all this shit but you’re a big bluff
Trying to get rich in my town, you can text us
Yoshi City, never learn with you I’m fed up
She go down so deep down, get her head stuck
Baby girl I’m with you, I can switch up
I’m with my bros, hell yeah, they my big ones
I’m the youngest in this shit but I got big bucks

[Hook: Yung Lean x2]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

Look, if the players be the winners who the losers? Wait thats us The cats who don’t really fit in lapped up in a pack truck Work break making o’s out of joint smoke Playin round with them crutches is bad luck And the papers ain’t shit without em Like turkey and juice in a packed lunch Shit Comin’ straight from the town where the weed ain’t brown man I guess you could call me a tree hugger Posted up at the school like Stan but I surely could get you some packs that don’t need sugar Just chillin’ with the crew n shit, so I’m prolly with your bullshit Playin’ round with the kiddy blowing skunk like Pepe Le Pew n shit

This shit ’bout to me major Iont need me no favors Might as well call me spidey Cause I’m all on that web now Plus I write for that paper I said you bringin’ through papers I prefer me some Vegas Or gas mask I’m Darth Vader Proof I’m killin’ this beat now These perks fresh I like Jada Fuckin with them niggas who be blowin hella visions So you know we got bud So now all these bitches wanna kick it Bring some Swishers ~~~~ And then we got them oils n them dabs tenants never wanna take it that far Cause they hit the stick and just crash like we all just doin’ hella laps in dads car Shit And the bitches that ride me be so thick Cause their face be on point like a blowfish Steady rollin their eyes while they rolls spliffs They was rollin they eyes while I wrote this But oh shit when you come through If your friends cool And that sunbeam From your sunroof Bring some Swishers or bitches to work through If I’m right they should both come in bundles Just come through

When you come through, bring a blunt through When you come through, bring a blunt through When you come through, bring a blunt through When you come through, bring a blunt through

If the players be the winners who the losers? Wait that’s us All I need is the bottle where the brown blowin’ loud like a packed bus Yawn slips til the bong hits hit you like a mack truck No pimpin on my mac bruh I told her come through relax sweatpants hairtye put the Mac up Lame niggas make me crack up They call for hoes, call for backup All these hatin’ ass niggas never really been a factor We ain’t never cared that much A group of girls so thick and they face on point like a cactus Takin’ shots like the ghetto I’m from the city where they even show really good haters showin mad love

I’m hungover but I’m sober And I’m really tryna chief You just called me and I called ya back And you said you tryna sleep But when you come to, if you lungs cool, you should come through Bring a blunt through and your homegirls for my homeboys Then we can chill I got a sack on my lap and it’s there for you I pay you back for the rap, that ain’t fair to do So sit back and relax, grab a chair or two And get higher than a hot air balloon We’ll share a few cause you smokin’ with losers that’s sore I’m high, don’t feel like you’re gettin ignored We chillin’ we feelin’ we trippin’ we tippin’ we sippin’ this mono palore So uhhh

When you come through, bring a blunt through When you come through, bring a blunt through When you come through, bring a blunt through When you come through, bring a blunt through

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me man, Heatman
Ski mask, spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I’m real, fuck a G pass, I’m past that
I’m passing ’em out now and you can’t have that
And my chain Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can’t match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my bitch legs open, better smash that
Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her ass crack
My hoes can’t wear that, why? – that’s where my crack at
I put my mack down, that’s where you lack at
She need her candle lit and I’ma wax that
I rekindled the flame
She remembered the name
It’s hard dick, January to December the same
Now bitch give me some brain, bitch give me some good
Hoe, I’m the fireman, you hear the fire truck
[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 2]
Now man, I hate a old fake ass nigga
The cold black 8 is my break pad, nigga
They look me in my face and say “Amen,” nigga
Looking like they done seen a dead man get up
The red bandizzle, representing red hot
Uptown [?]izzle, shout out to B.Gizzle
I hustle in the drizzle around my way that’s the drought
So holler at your boy without opening your mouth
Cause that’s the G-Code and that’s all that I’m about
You die if you go against it, so I’mma live it out
I ain’t got to pay for maintanence
What ain’t broke, I don’t break it
But I don’t [?], unless I make em
And yes I take it, you niggas is getting sicker
You bitches coming, I’m taking about
Please say the Baby
Ha! Hollygrove where I come from
So that explains all that [?]

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 3]
It ain’t no secret, I know paper
You got stacks, I got cake – that’s dough by the layer
Shit, I seen it all through my Bottega’s
Aviator’s, so Darth Vader – shhh
Tha’s the sound of the dutchie
No flavor when it blaze up
Lil Weezy Baby so hazed up
Caged up behind a million bars of flame
Still make a million of these bars the same
Ya’ll bars to blame, why I bought the thang
Long body, motherfucker, bring that short back mayne
You case down Phantom, riding with a tandem
For now, cause after tonight, I can’t stand ’em
Your child, may sometimes think that I’m Santa
My style, the white Air Forces, red canvas
Tadow! Yeah, Develop on the beat
And me, I just come with the heat
I’m the motherfucking…

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out